|The Okerye Tree|
I dumped my stuff at the house and then Ebenezer took me round to meet basically the whole village. Ebenezer is part of Busua's royal family (technically a prince) but he doesn't like my suggestion that I call him William. We chat all the way round about football (he is a Liverpool fan - takes all sorts I soppose) to what I will be doing when I will be there. He says I need to take a week to adjust and relax and start my volunteering next week. Which sounds like a good idea to me. He also point out that I need to slow down my speach and pronounce my name clearer - Ant Tony rather than my current An' ney (mum would be proud). I get a surf in in the evening though I am definately still finding my feet and then have beers on the beach in the evening. I stuble back to the guest house at 11pm and have to wake my Ghanian Mum, Sabina to let me in as the door is locked (a good first impression).
The next morning I wake late. Tired and hungover. I pop and Alka Seltza in my mouth and open a bag of water with my teeth before heading to breakfast (omlette and sweet Ghanian Bread). Ebenezer said he would take me around the School I will be volunteering at doing sports coaching at but with no sign of him I hit the waves. Basua beach is a fast steep beach beak where the waves rise and crash in to the shallower water. It is mainly only good at high tide so surfing has to be planned around the tides. The rest of the time I spend with fellow travellers such as Bryce, The Swiss Guys, Matthias from Austria or with Ebenezer and the others at the Okerye tree restaurant in the shade looking out over the beach.
|A local catches a wave|
Ebenezer found me in the afternoon where we went to look at the School (though they had now finished for the day and the Headmaster and teachers were involved in an intense game of Ghanian draughts, the rules of which escaped me) so we walked along the beach to see the catched of the day. A huge Swordfish lay on the beach that the deep sea fisherman brought in. It must have been 8ft at least. Then a quick evening surf followed by G&Ts with an unlikely group of American, Australian, Austrian and German's. We ended up in stiches at the end of the night after discussing national steroeotypes
Yesterday after our morning surf we went up to Dixcove (the next village) to have a look of the slave fort. Enterance was 3 ceedis and was accompanied by a tour from the guide. The place was moving and beautiful at the same time. A british man is currently building a resort in front of the fort... Back in british hands again...
That's all I have time to write. I'm going to be late for my dinner (6:30 every night). I hope to update you all soon. Love to all.